Poon 13: Jaycee @ Mongkok brothel, near NW corner of Portland & Soy St, 8.30 pm
I'm about to stop by a McDonald's for dinner—but then remind myself that my pooning savvy has been sapped more than once by a full stomach. So I down a red-bean bun and a yoghurt and amble to the Portland & Soy brothel that posts different rates for different ethnicities.
The felt pen-written sign says, "Russian 580, Chinese 280, Hongkong 280, Thai/Malay 220." The last line says, "24 hrs" and "Selection welcome!"
Two young guys welcome me in a spacious reception area. One of them leads me to a rather classy room with wall-to-wall mirrors (including a mirror-covered ceiling). He asks what kind of girl I'd like, and I opt for "Malay."
During my 5-min wait I watch some quality Japanese porn on a big screen. The guy returns bringing me 2 "selections": a round-faced brown stunner with blondish-colored hair; and, as a backup option, an attractive though somewhat crafty-eyed Chinese girl.
I'm instantly captivated by Jaycee, the brown girl who I take to be Malay, and whose pleasantly plump flesh is bursting with fertility signals. Turns out, however, she's Thai from Pattaya. Fine by me, especially since she's smart too—a computer science grad, she says. Amazing how Thailand wastes its human capital.
I'm not asked for money up front, but give Jaycee a HK$40 advance tip in hopes of motivating goodwill. She's totally fluent in English, though she affects a laconic jadedness that adds to her slut appeal.
In the shower she scrubs the lower rim of my glans with special care. "Don't worry," I say, "we'll do everything with condom."
"Are you sure?" she retorts skeptically.
We've only 30 min, and Jaycee wastes no time zooming in on my privates with teasing BLS. She gives me a questioning look before gobbling up Junior whom she propels, with calibrated suction, to a state of pulsating tumescence. Embarrassingly, my resolve to avoid a BBBJ melts like butter in the microwave—the craving to see my cock disappear in a lovely woman's mouth is just too strong.
Jaycee continues sucking until I make her stop. I want her to lie on her back with her legs apart—but before assuming this position, she bends over the waste basket to spit. I offer her my bottle of mouthwash, and she accepts.
She also accepts my little vibrator and uses it while I wrap and lube up Junior. She's okay with light kissing and light digits. For a moment I contemplate DATY on that enticingly smooth brown kitty, but then just forge ahead putting my dick into her. She lifts her legs up over her ears, like a gymnast.
"Good, good," she keeps saying as I plumb her depths. Music to my ears—perhaps she's a sex addict like myself?
She does vigorous CG and, without any prompting on my part, initiates fantastic AGC. I could easily erupt right now, with her riding me and bending down to kiss while I cup the dark areolas of her perky, mid-sized tits.
But I'm glad I hold out for doggie as well as anal digits, even though I don't poke my finger in too far—I don't want to push my luck.
The responsive way Jaycee moves, and the nimble way she opens herself up, make her a superb lay; living proof that the skills of a sex professional can outshine nearly any amateur. After pounding her in lazy doggie with almost unrestrained intensity—while sweating out buckets of poison—I turn her over to admire her pretty face and shoot my wad in mish.
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To catch the magic of the moment I don't pull out immediately. But when, perhaps a minute later, I want to withdraw, the condom has slipped off the base of my shaft and only adheres to the upper few centimeters of the tip. I try to hold it in place, but Jaycee—who has been totally cooperative up to now—doesn't like my finger sliding into her pussy alongside my cock.
So I just retract Junior fast and retrieve the blasted condom afterward. Now Jaycee is understandably alarmed.
But thanks to her grasp of English, I can easily explain what happened. She seems reassured when she sees my load of jizz safely collected inside the condom, though of course a micro-drop or two may have spilled inside her. Ah, the quest for safe sex is such an imperfect business.
"You're a nice man," she tells me.
She's wearing contacts, and the first thing she does, after we settle the slipped-off-condom issue, is put some drops into her eyes. "My eyes are very bad," she says.
We've gone slightly overtime, and she receives a phone call that she's urgently wanted elsewhere. "I got to run," she says. "Sorry I can't stay for the shower."
Jaycee's stellar service—and the mild scare at the end—trigger in me a surge of generosity. Upon hugging farewell I give her an additional HK$100 tip. Now I can imagine the eye-rolling of a Canadian SP over receiving such a pittance, but a girl like Jaycee here in Hongkong is delighted by this unexpected windfall for her humble erotic efforts.
On the way out I compliment the guys for running a good show. They request HK$320, pointing to a sign by the reception that lists this price for "Malay/Thai"—in blatant contradiction to the sign down by the street that says "Malay/Thai 220."
But I'm in no mood to argue. I feel peaceful now, thinking that, when I get old and dotty, I definitely won't want to have missed out on this kind of ecstasy.
Expense: HK$320 + $140 tip = Can$61.50 Enjoyment rating: extreme
I'm about to stop by a McDonald's for dinner—but then remind myself that my pooning savvy has been sapped more than once by a full stomach. So I down a red-bean bun and a yoghurt and amble to the Portland & Soy brothel that posts different rates for different ethnicities.
The felt pen-written sign says, "Russian 580, Chinese 280, Hongkong 280, Thai/Malay 220." The last line says, "24 hrs" and "Selection welcome!"
Two young guys welcome me in a spacious reception area. One of them leads me to a rather classy room with wall-to-wall mirrors (including a mirror-covered ceiling). He asks what kind of girl I'd like, and I opt for "Malay."
During my 5-min wait I watch some quality Japanese porn on a big screen. The guy returns bringing me 2 "selections": a round-faced brown stunner with blondish-colored hair; and, as a backup option, an attractive though somewhat crafty-eyed Chinese girl.
I'm instantly captivated by Jaycee, the brown girl who I take to be Malay, and whose pleasantly plump flesh is bursting with fertility signals. Turns out, however, she's Thai from Pattaya. Fine by me, especially since she's smart too—a computer science grad, she says. Amazing how Thailand wastes its human capital.
I'm not asked for money up front, but give Jaycee a HK$40 advance tip in hopes of motivating goodwill. She's totally fluent in English, though she affects a laconic jadedness that adds to her slut appeal.
In the shower she scrubs the lower rim of my glans with special care. "Don't worry," I say, "we'll do everything with condom."
"Are you sure?" she retorts skeptically.
We've only 30 min, and Jaycee wastes no time zooming in on my privates with teasing BLS. She gives me a questioning look before gobbling up Junior whom she propels, with calibrated suction, to a state of pulsating tumescence. Embarrassingly, my resolve to avoid a BBBJ melts like butter in the microwave—the craving to see my cock disappear in a lovely woman's mouth is just too strong.
Jaycee continues sucking until I make her stop. I want her to lie on her back with her legs apart—but before assuming this position, she bends over the waste basket to spit. I offer her my bottle of mouthwash, and she accepts.
She also accepts my little vibrator and uses it while I wrap and lube up Junior. She's okay with light kissing and light digits. For a moment I contemplate DATY on that enticingly smooth brown kitty, but then just forge ahead putting my dick into her. She lifts her legs up over her ears, like a gymnast.
"Good, good," she keeps saying as I plumb her depths. Music to my ears—perhaps she's a sex addict like myself?
She does vigorous CG and, without any prompting on my part, initiates fantastic AGC. I could easily erupt right now, with her riding me and bending down to kiss while I cup the dark areolas of her perky, mid-sized tits.
But I'm glad I hold out for doggie as well as anal digits, even though I don't poke my finger in too far—I don't want to push my luck.
The responsive way Jaycee moves, and the nimble way she opens herself up, make her a superb lay; living proof that the skills of a sex professional can outshine nearly any amateur. After pounding her in lazy doggie with almost unrestrained intensity—while sweating out buckets of poison—I turn her over to admire her pretty face and shoot my wad in mish.
---
To catch the magic of the moment I don't pull out immediately. But when, perhaps a minute later, I want to withdraw, the condom has slipped off the base of my shaft and only adheres to the upper few centimeters of the tip. I try to hold it in place, but Jaycee—who has been totally cooperative up to now—doesn't like my finger sliding into her pussy alongside my cock.
So I just retract Junior fast and retrieve the blasted condom afterward. Now Jaycee is understandably alarmed.
But thanks to her grasp of English, I can easily explain what happened. She seems reassured when she sees my load of jizz safely collected inside the condom, though of course a micro-drop or two may have spilled inside her. Ah, the quest for safe sex is such an imperfect business.
"You're a nice man," she tells me.
She's wearing contacts, and the first thing she does, after we settle the slipped-off-condom issue, is put some drops into her eyes. "My eyes are very bad," she says.
We've gone slightly overtime, and she receives a phone call that she's urgently wanted elsewhere. "I got to run," she says. "Sorry I can't stay for the shower."
Jaycee's stellar service—and the mild scare at the end—trigger in me a surge of generosity. Upon hugging farewell I give her an additional HK$100 tip. Now I can imagine the eye-rolling of a Canadian SP over receiving such a pittance, but a girl like Jaycee here in Hongkong is delighted by this unexpected windfall for her humble erotic efforts.
On the way out I compliment the guys for running a good show. They request HK$320, pointing to a sign by the reception that lists this price for "Malay/Thai"—in blatant contradiction to the sign down by the street that says "Malay/Thai 220."
But I'm in no mood to argue. I feel peaceful now, thinking that, when I get old and dotty, I definitely won't want to have missed out on this kind of ecstasy.
Expense: HK$320 + $140 tip = Can$61.50 Enjoyment rating: extreme
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